Le manque

Elle me manque, la créativité. De plus en plus.

Quelque chose doit se changer. Mais quoi? Et comment?

Joggen am Mittag

After noon the moment for jogging comes. The sun is not shining directly, but it is still hot and humid outside. All the same I go. And love it. The physical exercise, the sweat, the space I have nearly for myself.

Sunday occupations

Been jogging, toddling, fishing.

Now, it’s time for the serious stuff. Like a major decision about my stash in yarns: how much of it do I want to keep? And what do I do with the rest? There are too many of them all as that I could enjoy it any longer. And life is going on, developing further and probably other things will become more important than working with yarn day in, day out.

Sport

Schwimmen tut gut & gibt ne super Laune.

Heute zum ersten Mal das Schwimmbad vor Ort besucht. Irgendwie gefällt es mir. Trotz seiner Geschichte. Trotz der Kurzbahn. & trotz dieser unsäglichen Schlüsselbändel die sich beim Schwimmen von selber lösen. Aber die Atmosphäre war gut. Nicht ganz so angestrengt wie in Zürich, & es ist hell, mit grossen Fenstern, ebenerdig gelegen.

Und gestern abend gabs Yoga. Eine halbe Stunde vor dem Zubettgehen. Tut so gut. Vor allem meinem verspannungsgeplagten Rücken. Plötzlich wird alles warm & weich & biegsam & die Zellen lebendiger. Herrlich. Will schauen, wie ich diese Abendsessions regelmässiger in mein Leben einbauen kann. Mit relativ kleinem Aufwand grosse Wirkung erzielen. Entspricht eigentlich ganz meinen Vorstellungen. Wenn nur, nun ja, wenn nur nicht alle diese anderen Dinge wäre, die ich auch gerne mache & die halt bei Vollzeitarbeit auf die Abendstunden fallen.

Reisen

Manchmal erledigen sich Reisen ehe man sie angetreten hat, weil das, was man zu finden hoffte, sich bereits während der Vorbereitung klärt.

Kaffee am Morgen

Der Latte M. heute morgen war voll bis zum Rand mit Schaumhäubchen oben drauf. Da haben wir also mehr als genug, und einen Moment länger als sonst Verweilen beim Kaffeestand.

Frühlingszeichen

Und plötzlich sitzt der Vogel nicht mehr auf dem kahlen Ast, sondern mitten in der Blütenpracht. Vielleicht wirds ja doch mal noch Frühling. Who knows.

Mittwoch der dreiundzwanzigste

Diesmal wars geschüttelt & gerührt.

Wir bleiben ruhig & gefasst.

Geht alles vorbei.

Eins ist sicher: es kommt alles wie es muss. Geht nicht anders.

Compassion

This evening I stood in the tramway next to the two bags full of letters I was carrying to the post office and watched an elderly man entering the quite empty tramway. He wasn’t really secure on his feet. He opted for a first seat but did not like it. He turned into the other direction & walked past me. My first impulse was to tell him to immediately sit down, as I knew, that he would fall down as soon as the tramway would start moving.

And so it happened. The tramway made a sudden move forward to stop again and in the next moment there was commotion behind me and the man lay on the floor. He needed assistance and was helped by several passengers. I took over command for a nanosecond, then let go. Probably, I should have gone for a short inspection of his knee when he was sitting on a seat, but I left that out. It was too obvious, this call for attention/assistance, somehow. So I let it be. Although, one should never let a possibilty out to help another soul no matter what it’s intention were. That would be compassion, wouldn’t it?

Spiders Showing Up

The first sighting of a spider I had two days ago when I sat down in the evening to do some spinning in my crafts room. There it was, precisely in the corner. I wondered from where it had come. And whether this was the announcement of an invasion of those eight-legged creatures for this year’s summer – to which I would actually have to veto. I am not afraid of them and they do not scare me, but, well, too much is too much, specially when it comes to cleaning and getting done with spider webs.

This morning when entering the office, there was the second one dangling outside the window from the corner. Hm. Second one. Is there going to be a third one, too?

Acting in the moment

Yesterday evening the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I found two teenage girls standing outside, selling tiny fiber creatures stuffed with something rather heavy, probably sand, for an international aid organization. I wasn’t really in the mood of buying anything but as I spotted an interesting color in the box with the creatures, I acted absolutely mechanically, went for my purse and got back to check the animals. The bright blue color belonged to a dolphin-like fish. And so, I asked it in and gave the money to the two girls.

Sometimes, you find a twinkle where you did not expect it.

Rattling

The earth shook today, so far 9 times, with magnitudes from 4.9 to 7.5 quakes. The quantity of so many quakes might not be so uncommon as one might think, but that all happened in the same area and in rather quick succession, is a little bit less common. The most interesting point about these quakes is the name of the area in which all those quakes took place:

Loyalty Islands

Might it be that loyalties soon are going to break down & things that have been concealed so far become apparent, evident & tangible?

Don’t worry, be happy

This morning I have an electrician in my apartment. Finally, I shall get some proper lights again in the kitchen and in the entrance. As he starts working, he starts singing and whistling. It makes me smile. Somebody who is happy with what he’s doing. And that’s great.

Good News on Tuesday

Getting back to the office, I find an e-mail waiting for me in the office’s inbox. One sentence catches my eyes:

You are a blessed person.

It makes me laugh so much. The rest of the e-mail is rubbish, spam-mail rubbish, but this sentence sticks. And puts a smile on my face. Should one ask for more?

To Miss the Bus

is sometimes so easy. You know, it can simply be that you walk out of your apartment and realise halfway down the passageway that something missing. After a second check you realise that it is your glasses you haven’t on your nose.  And as you belong to this part of the population that depends on glasses for doing its job, well, you have got to go back to the apartment, open the door, and grab the glasses. If they were in the place they should be. But when they’re not? You go to the next probable place, and then the third. And at that moment it becomes evident that you are gonna miss the bus, because, now, you have got to look for the glasses because they have mysteriously disappeared from any proper place they normally are deposited. And that takes more time than a few seconds.

The irony of the story is – I found them two seconds later. And the bus was gone.

weekend

The weekend was – so good. I just sunk into the moment and let it be. Most relaxing thing you can do, I found.

Unfortunately, it’s all over again and I’ve got to do my job and fulfill my duties and that’s that.

Wunsch und Wirklichkeit

Heute morgen hätte ich gerne einen Kaffee zum Mitnehmen am Bahnhof gekauft. Doch da kam dieser kleine Fakt dazwischen, dass ich gestern Abend meinen Geldbeutel aus meiner Handtasche herausgenommen und offenbar nicht wieder zurückgesteckt habe. Was so viel heisst wie: ohne Geld kein Kaffee.

Gestern übrigens war es der Arbeitskollege, dem genau dasselbe Missgeschick widerfuhr.

Sollte mir dies nun zu denken geben?

Jogging

And after jogging there is this body that is so warm, heating from inside out. It nearly feels as good as jogging itself.

So far, I got it done: to go for a jogging round twice a week. The only exception is the weekend I travelled, but that’s I’d say okay.

Spontaneity

This morning, I decided to go for a check on our mail box impulsively. When I get downstairs, I find a woman before the entrance door, wearing a huge board with a model of some buildings on it. So, it’s me to keep open the door for her.

In the afternoon I leave the office another time, a woman is walking downstairs, apparently leaving for the weekend. She says good-bye and wishes me a pleasant one. The memory of it still makes me smile. This one was a pleasant one. Really.

This Longing for Creativity

This week the longing for a moment of simply being creative grows stronger and stronger. All this administrative work at the office isn’t satisfying that much. And as I have been unusually tired this week & needed lots more of sleep than for a long time, there is a severe shortage of time that I might actually use for creative endeavours. Hopefully tonight there will be time & space to sit down and write or knit or spin and just enjoying this moment of creating something that hasn’t been there before.